wondering
The Golden Globules
Awards season is well on its way to using up any spare oxygen left in Los Angeles.
On Homophobia
Two incidents occurred this week that made me stop skipping, stiffen my wrists, and think as hard as a lesbian erection at a Justin Bieber concert about the state of homophobia.
Art AIDS
The loose thread I want to tie up is Warhol, or, more precisely, the Warhol Virus, or even more precisely, the Gay Warhol Zombie Virus. Let's just call it Art AIDS.
Self-Referential and Still Missing the Point
In Banksy's "emotional potboiler," the painted elephant in the room is not the elephant in the room.
Exit Through the Gift Shop: It’s an Exit, Not an Entrance!
To begin with, let's be frank, Banksy is filthy rich. The word "banks" is embedded in his name, for Chrissakes.
My Mini VICE Photo Issue
CHRISTmas really brings out the worst in people: crass materialism, obsessive consumerism, phony cheer and good will, excessive drinking and eating, religious fundamentalism, etc.
Winnipeg's Got Elbow Room
I'm going to go out on a barren winter limb and write about Winnipeg, Manitoba. If you don't like it, go read about Walla Walla, Washington.
My Favorite Tattoos
If you must get a tattoo--and really, most people absolutely shouldn't--be sure to get one that you know in your heart, some distant day in the future, you will really, really regret.
Gay Culture Is Dead
I guess the idea of gay culture was always an oxymoron, but lately I find myself declaring to it more definitively, "You're dead to me," as you might say to a former lover.
Our Sterile, "Metro-y" Future
If someone as much as farted in this Microsoft commercial's brave new world, it would rip a hole in the matrix larger than even Keanu Reeves could muster.
Bruce LaBruce for the Purple Resistance Army
This week I'd like to give you a manifesto I wrote a while back. It sums up all the modern contradictions I can think of concerning advanced capitalism, celebrity, and revolution.